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There is a theory that girls make better students than boys do. This the story of what happened to me when I started at college (OK - some details have been embellished here and there)... When I gained a place at University, my mother was worried about where I would live, and within a few weeks announced that she had arranged with a family friend for me to have a bed-sit. "Apparently there are a few other students in the house, so you won't be lonely," she explained. The weeks passed and I thought no more of it. When the various documents came in preparation for registration, I was able to write that I had already arranged accommodation. When the day came to move in, my mother drove me to the digs. The landlady was not in, but a pretty girl welcomed me and showed me to my room on the first floor. "You must be Paul," she said. "I'm Karen. I live in the flat above yours." It was a spacious room, with a bed in one corner, a small kitchen area in another, and a couple of easy chairs in another. There was a small table and a couple of dining chairs in the centre of the room. There was a bit of cupboard space, a wardrobe with a full-length mirror, and some bookshelves. I saw that there was a television aerial socket near the easy chairs. The shared bathroom and toilet were across the landing. My mother helped me to unpack and put things away, then she left me with instructions to wash clothes regularly, study hard, etc, etc. A little later there was a knock on the door. It was Karen. "Hello," she said again. "I hope you will be happy here. Would you like to have a welcome party on Saturday? Just for all of us living here, so as you can get to know everybody!" She had a slim waist, a shapely bust and long legs in a short skirt. "Er, that would be very nice," I managed to say. "How many students are there here?" "There are five flats, one with two sharing, so there are six of us altogether," she replied, sitting down in one of the easy chairs. "Oh, and another thing, we're all girls, except you. And that brings me to ask a special request. Would you mind wearing a dress to the party, so that we would all feel more relaxed? You know, all girls together?" I was shocked by this request and didn't know how to answer. But I couldn't help noticing that the way she was sitting revealed creamy thighs above her dark stocking tops and a glimpse of pink panties. As I searched for an answer she continued, "Please say you will. It will be so much more friendly for us all and we won't feel so inhibited." Although she didn't seem to move, her legs were now further apart and her skirt was a little higher. I could now see more of her pink satin knickers. I knew I had to agree, I just could not turn down the possibility of seeing more of those knickers. "Er yes, I'd love to," I said, "but where - and how - will I get a dress?" "Oh that's easy," she said and producing a tape measure from somewhere. "I'll make you one. Let me take a few measurements." After noting down my sizes she said, "Let's see, its Thursday today - I'll have it ready for Friday evening so that you can try it on to be sure it fits. Now tell me, do you prefer stockings or tights?" I felt myself blushing deeply as I stammered "Er - stockings." She laughed. "I think boys always prefer stockings, don't they? What size shoes do you take?" "Six," I replied. "Yes you have quite dainty feet," she said, "but I think you might need 6? in a woman's shoe. Leave it to me - we'll fix you up with something suitable. You've got lovely long hair, so I'm sure you'll look the part!" I spent the day Friday looking around the university area and making a few purchases in preparation for my studies, but my mind kept going over the events of the previous evening. I kept wondering what it would be like to be wearing a dress, especially in front of a group of girls. It seemed no time at all that I was back in my room and Karen was at the door handing me a carrier bag. I still hadn't met anyone else at the house. I closed the door and took out my new things, laying them on the bed. There was a pink gingham "little girl's" frock, a falsie bra (quite heavy!), a white suspender belt, two packs of tan stockings and a gorgeous pair of pink satin panties with dainty little frills around the gently elasticated leg-holes and my name "Paul" embroidered in red just above the left leg. There was also a pair of black shoes with 1? inch heels and a little cream handbag. Looking inside I saw a comb, lipstick and vanity mirror. I resisted the temptation to try the things on until I had had my tea, then I went to the bathroom for a quick shower before getting dressed up. Back in my flat, I locked the door and then stripped off. I put on the bra, struggling a little with the back fastening. The feeling of having two heavy tits and the gentle grip of my bra straps sent a thrill of delight through my body. My dick was already stiffening as I fastened the suspender belt around my waist. Carefully I rolled my stockings up my legs and fastened them to the suspenders, adjusting the length to get them deliciously taut. I stepped into my silky panties and pulled them up around my now throbbing cock. They felt wonderfully cool and sensual around my bum cheeks. I suppose you could call them "big knickers" as they came up to my waist, but this meant that my erection was completely enclosed in the silky satin, and the sensuous material gently supported its weight and caressed my bottom. Although when younger I had tried on some of my mother's knickers, I had never experienced anything like these gorgeous undies! I stepped into the shoes and was amazed to find that even these low heels changed the shape of my legs and made my bum stick out a little. I stepped into the pink gingham dress and pulled it up, putting my arms into the little puff sleeves and then doing up the back zip without too much trouble, then smoothing down the skirt. The hemline was about 3 inches above my knees. In the mirror I saw a pretty, quite dainty, girl in a slightly old-fashioned sort of frock. She didn't look so demure when she lifted her skirt to show taut dark stocking tops, pale soft thighs and the outline of a huge hard-on in her pretty pink knickers. Somehow I resisted the temptation to wank and did a bit of tidying up around the flat, enjoying the sensation of wearing girl's clothes, the bounce of tits, the grip of straps, the pull of suspenders on stockings, the silkiness of my knickers, the absence of trousers, the gentle swish of stockings brushing against each other. I kept going back to the mirror and posing, sometimes sitting on a chair so that I could see up my own skirt. I did have nice legs, I thought, although they were slightly hairy. I would shave them before the party. My cock continued to stay rock-hard and eventually of course I could contain myself no longer and I came like I had never cum before, soaking my beautiful panties and the skirt of my frock. I collapsed on the bed... When I awoke next morning I was still dressed in my girlie outfit. I undressed and washed, then went out to the laundrette. I took my soiled knickers and dress together with my other washing and hoped no-one would notice a pink dress among my shirts. While the washing cycle was running, I went round the local shops. There was a shoe shop having a sale and I saw a pair of black ladies' shoes with 3" heels, size 6?. I bought them, explaining that I was going to a fancy dress party. In a chemist, I saw some depilatory cream and bought a pack, as well as some "Obsession" shower gel (expensive, but I couldn't resist). I looked longingly in an underwear shop and the pretty knickers on display, but did not have the courage to go in. Back at the laundrette I transferred my washing into a dryer without arousing comment, and was back home about three quarters of an hour later. I ironed my shirts and frock, noticing that it seemed to have shrunk a little, and hung things up to air. As the time progressed I became more and more nervous at the thought of going to a party dressed in girlish things. Late in the afternoon I made up my mind. I would undress and go to the bathroom with a towel around my waist, taking only my girly things to wear. That way at least, I would have to leave the bathroom "dressed", and if still in panic mode I would be able to change back. So it was that I left my room naked except for the towel, with a bag containing my frock, knickers, bra, suspender belt, stockings, new high-heeled shoes and handbag, together with shampoo, shower gel and depilatory cream. I locked the bathroom door and let the towel drop. Already my erection began to develop. I started applying the depilatory cream to my legs, then decided to treat my pubic hair and bum cheeks, then did my arms and underarms. I didn't have hardly any chest hair, but there were a few hairs around my nipples, so I put the cream all over my breasts - or where they would be if I had them. Looking in the mirror I imagined that it might be breast development cream! I left the cream working for the maximum time and then ran the shower until it warmed up. Stepping in, I washed away my male body hair, then shampooed my hair and luxuriated in the erotic scent of "Obsession" shower gel. I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, marvelling how smooth and soft my body felt after the depilatory treatment. I put on my bra, enjoying the weight of my tits as I continued to dress; next the suspender belt, then the stockings. My arms could not avoid brushing my large tits as I fastened the stockings to my suspenders. My prick was already quite stiff, but as I stepped into my silky knickers and pulled them up, it became rock-hard. I stepped into my new shoes and immediately felt my legs become more feminine. The shoes felt remarkably comfortable and even familiar, as if I had always been meant to wear them. I stood in front of the mirror in my underwear and carefully applied my lipstick - it was rather a tarty red, I noticed. I carefully stepped into my frock and put my arms into the sleeves. I struggled to fasten the back zip, realising that the dress had indeed shrunk in the wash. Once it was fastened I realised it was also now much shorter, revealing my stocking-tops (and probably a lot more!). Suddenly I began to have doubts about going to the party. I put my lipstick back into my handbag, put my towel in my bag and opened the bathroom door. Immediately I was aware of the cooler air on my exposed and hairless thighs - a bit like the cold hands of a boyfriend taking advantage of the available bare flesh! I stepped across the landing, but then found that the door to my room was locked. There was a note on the door: "Came up to see you but you weren't in. Didn't like to leave the room unlocked. If you don't have your key, come and see me in flat 1 (ground floor). Regards, Viviane (Landlady)." After a few moments reflection I decided that I had little option but to go down. Sooner or later I would have to get hold of a spare key to get into my room. Perhaps the landlady would understand my predicament? She must have heard me stepping down the stairs, because before I was halfway down a door opened and I was astounded to see the girl who used to live next door to us at home come out and watch me with a twinkle in her eyes. "Hi, Paul," she said, "it must be you because I can see you have your name on your pretty panties." I realised how short the frock had become! "Your Mum contacted me and asked me if I could find suitable accommodation for you. Although I normally only let rooms to girl students, I can see that you will fit in fine." She stood aside to let me enter her room and indicated that I should sit on the settee. I tried to sit down as demurely as possible, but obviously would need practice! Also the leather felt cold on my bare flesh. She laughed at the sight of my discomfiture. "I expect you remember spying on me through the fence when I used to sunbathe," she went on. "I didn't really mind letting a horny teenager get an occasional glimpse of my knickers, but now I see that you are still turned on by pretty panties! You'd better let me dry your hair," she said. You mustn't catch your death of cold." I let her style my hair and pluck my eyebrows. Then she spritzed me with Chanel No 5 - a really exotic (and erotic) perfume. "You'll do," she said. "Would you like a drink before you go up to wow them at the party?" Nervously I nodded. She went off into her kitchen and returned almost immediately with a couple of drinks. Hers looked like gin and tonic, but mine was some sort of fancy cocktail. "Er..what is it?" I asked. "I think it should be called a Cock-a-doodle-dandy," she laughed. "Drink up, it'll put lead in your pencil!" By the time I had finished it I could feel the alcohol taking effect and also realised that my dick was really huge and straining against the silky fabric of my knickers. The sensation of my throbbing manhood encased in, and fondled by, the soft feminine panties was enormously stimulating. Realising my state, Viviane explained: "the cocktail contained a dose of Viagra, among other things. It should ensure a state of arousal for the rest of the evening." I managed to stand up, a little shakily. "What's up," she giggled, "is that thing in your panties making you overbalance?" She went on, "That frock is rather short isn't it? You do have nice legs, but I'm not sure it's very ladylike to show so much of them, especially when you're wearing stockings and suspenders!" She nipped into her bedroom and returned with a cerise slip and pastel blue dress. Without waiting for me to say anything she unzipped my frock and helped me out of it. "Mmm, I can see you really like wearing those knickers," she laughed, fondling my balls through the satin fabric before playfully brushing her fingernails against my throbbing knob-end. "Wouldn't you like some bouncy tits too?" Without waiting for a reply she unfastened my falsie bra and applied some special adhesive to my chest. She fitted some large silicone breast forms and quickly helped me into a bra which supported the weight of my new boobs, but allowed them to bounce as well. She helped me slip the slip over my head, threading my arms through the broad shoulder straps, then smoothing the cool fabric down over my body. The slip was only a little longer than the gingham frock, but felt really sensuous. "I'm sure you'll find it's sensuous and feminine underwear to revel in!" explained Viviane. "The dark cerise colour will contrast with your pretty pink panties - after all, when flirty girlies flash their knickers they don't want to conceal the fact!" She helped me into the pale blue dress, which was also made from some sort of silky fabric. It was fitted around my shapely bust, but then sort of floated around, making my erection less obvious. It was several inches longer than my gingham frock, but still only just long enough to conceal my stocking tops - as long as I moved carefully! It wasn't necessary for Viviane to explain that the cerise slip also contrasted with the pastel blue dress, my creamy hairless thighs, and my tan stockings and shiny white suspenders. Anyone getting a look up my skirt would have all the different elements clearly picked out. Viviane handed me my handbag. "I've put in a few essentials," she said. She followed me up to the top flat. As I climbed the stair I could feel her eyes on my legs and bum. I wondered what sort of view she could see" She stepped past me to knock on the flat door, which opened immediately. "Come in, Paul, and give them a twirl." She turned to the other girls, "Will he do?" Karen came over. "You look lovely," she said, touching my arm, "even if you're not wearing the dress I made you." "Er - it shrank in the wash," I said. Viviane laughed. "I suppose he had to wash it because he'd wanked himself silly in it," she said. I felt myself blushing and several of the girls smiled knowingly. I was handed a coat. "The party isn't here," explained Viviane, "we're going to a club." "It'll be all right," explained Karen, "it's a hen night tonight." It was only a short walk to the club and I felt safe in the company of several other girls, although I kept checking my reflection in shop windows to make sure that my coat did actually cover my stockinged legs - this was the first time out in public not wearing trousers, and I felt very exposed. But it was very erotic how my stockings brushed together and my skirts sort of floated around, brushing my thighs. My taut suspenders tugged at my stockings with every step, and in my high heels I was conscious of the cheeks of my bum moving sensuously in my silky knickers. My erection was still rock-hard and my dick and hairless balls were supported and caressed by those luscious panties. I was very aware of the bra straps around my back and shoulders and my heavy breasts bounced erotically as I walked along. At first, no-one seemed to take any notice of me in the club. But as the night wore on I got a lot of smiles and my bottom got fondled in the crush at the bar. Later I went to the loo with Karen and found a notice saying "Please give a big smile to the girl in the pale blue dress - it's Paul's first time out in a frock!" When the two male strippers came on they asked for a volunteer to help them drop their trousers. Somehow I found myself being propelled forward to the stage. The first man's trousers were quite tight and as I unfastened his fly I couldn't help brushing his dick and feel it stiffen. I let his trousers drop to the floor revealing tiny briefs straining to prevent his cock standing to attention. A big cheer went up, and I went and performed the same function for the other stripper, this time stoking his cock quite deliberately. There was another cheer as the second pair of bulging pants was displayed. "Take a bow" said one of the strippers and they each took one of my hands. Then a chant began, "Now show us your knickers, Paul". And with both of my hands firmly held I was helpless as someone came behind me and lifted my skirts up above my waist. My Viagra-fired erection was throbbing as strongly as ever in my pretty satin panties. There were screams, whistles and camera flashes. "Wow," said the first stripper, "that's some clitty you've got there! And what lovely legs!" Some of the girls in the audience had their skirts up over their heads, flaunting their knickers, stockings and suspenders. Somehow we managed to leave before there was a total riot... When we got back to the house, Viviane told me she had left a few things in my room. "Sleep tight," she said. "You look bushed." In fact I was very tired. My cock was still hard and maybe all my energy had gone into maintaining my erection? I went to my room and stepped out of my heels. I took off my dress and removed my suspenders and stockings. Then I let the shoulder straps of my slip drop down so that it slid to the floor, leaving me in bra and panties. I unfastened my bra, but found that my falsie breasts were still firmly attached, so I put my bra back on again. I couldn't resist the temptation to wank and spurted into a glass; then, as a girl with large tits and wearing bra and panties, it seemed only natural to swallow it - the first time I had tasted cum. My dick was at last beginning to subside and I tucked it back into my knickers. I went over to the bed and turned back the cover. Lying on the sheet there was a pretty pink babydoll nightie with matching panties. The panties had the name Pauline embroidered on them. There was a note which said "Whether you're Paul or Pauline you can be pretty in pink!" I stepped out of my semen-stained Paul panties and used them to wipe clean my dick. Then I stepped into my Pauline panties, put on my nightie and got into bed. I was asleep in no time... When I awoke I was aware that I was still wearing a well-filled bra. I felt my dick start to stiffen in my silky panties and my fingers stroked my body through the sensuous fabric of my nightie. I looked around the room. My dress was laid over the back of a chair, and my stockings were on the seat of the chair. My shoes were in the middle of the floor and my cerise slip in a heap nearby, next to my suspender-belt. Close to the bed were my cum-stained Paul panties. I saw that there was a pink bathrobe hanging on the back of the door - I hadn't noticed this the night before. Near the door was a pair of fluffy pink mules to match the robe. I got out of bed and slipped out of my nightie and panties. I unfastened my bra, but found that my breasts were still firmly adhered. I put on the robe, made sure I had the room key in the pocket, picked up a towel, shampoo and "Obsession" shower gel, stepped into the mules, and went to the bathroom. It felt very strange, but also very stimulating, to be having a shower with a pair of large breasts weighing down my chest! The silicone had taken on my body heat, so my boobs really felt part of me and even the warm shower seemed to have no effect of weakening the adhesive. I dried myself, got back into the pink robe and mules, picked up my towel and things, and went back to my room. I hung the towel up to dry, picked up my suspender belt and slip and placed them tidily on the chair. Then I picked up my stockings and cum-stained panties and washed them in the sink. I found there was a place to hang them over the sink to dry. When I opened the wardrobe, I found that all the clothes I had brought from home had disappeared. There were no trousers at all - only dresses and skirts of various lengths. No male shirts- only a few quite feminine blouses hanging up and some girly tops in a drawer. No male underwear either, but silky panties in a selection of pretty colours, all embroidered with either Paul or Pauline, as well as a number of bras, suspender-belts, etc. There was a hair dryer, so I styled my hair as best as I could before selecting a white bra and matching suspender-belt. It was surprisingly easy to fasten the bra straps behind my back. I stepped into a pair of white panties (with Paul embroidered in pink) and threaded the suspenders down through the leg holes. I opened a new pack of black stockings and put them on, then stepped into my slip and put my arms through the shoulder-straps, fitting the bust over my shapely tits. I put on a white jumper which clung to my large tits and a black flared skirt which came to just above my knees. Stepping into my high heels, I felt quite girly, except that the sensation of the clothes (especially the cool silky panties) made my dick stiffen in a most unladylike fashion! I used my electric shaver more carefully than usual, carefully applied lipstick in front of the mirror, then stood back to admire reflection. I couldn't resist the temptation to lift the front of my skirt and admire my pretty legs, taut stocking-tops, creamy thighs and silky panties being stretched by my erection. Was this a dream? Or was it really me dressed up in a skirt and feminine underwear? And now that I was dressed up, what was I to do next? Suddenly I realised someone was knocking at the door. I smoothed down my skirt and opened the door. It was Karen. "Hi, Paul," she said. "You look very pretty." She put her hand on my arm in a sisterly way. "I can tell you like dressing in girly things. I think you'll be very happy here. You'll find all us girls very supportive - we'll all stick together!" She went on, "I thought you might be getting hungry - would you like to come out with us? There's a caf? we usually go to on Sundays - good food and student prices!" I realised that I was quite hungry, so I picked up my handbag, checked I had money and keys, and followed her downstairs. Although I was wearing a skirt much longer than the one of the previous evening, I still had the feeling that anyone looking up would be able to see my underwear. The other girls were waiting outside and they all greeted me in a friendly way. As we walked along to the caf? I was included in chatter about hairstyles, getting ones ears pierced, etc. We ordered food and the conversation moved on to the adventures of the previous evening. I felt I was the centre of attention. The girl next to me was Helen. She put her hand on my leg and said quietly, "You know, when you stroked that guy's pants, I thought you were going to get his cock out and suck it. I'm not sure I would have held back!" Her finger traced around the outline of my suspender fastening. "You like wearing stockings, don't you? Boys usually prefer stockings," she giggled. Up to this point I had felt relaxed and almost natural in my new clothes and my erection had subsided. But now I felt a tingle in the end of my dick and a slight stiffening at the reminder that I was a boy in skirt, panties and stockings. I found that Annabel sitting opposite me was on the same course as I was. She had started an engineering course, but had found it too difficult, had re-enrolled and was starting first year again. So she was already settled into the house and knew her way round the University. I felt pleased and rather relieved to have already found a friend to attend lectures with, especially now that I had large tits and wore a skirt! When we got back to the house, Viviane called me into her flat. She asked me if I was OK. "You certainly look happy enough. And you have pretty legs, so why not wear skirts?" She explained that my falsie boobs were attached with pharmaceutical adhesive. "It should last for several days without problems," she said, "especially if you always wear a bra at night. Come and see me if you need them re-attaching." She took my hand and went on, "You know, when I discussed all this with your mother, I don't think she imagined how pretty you would look." She could see I was quite shocked, but explained, "Your mother was worried that you would get into a bad crowd at college and mentioned that girls took education much more seriously than boys. So when I suggested changing you into a girl, she thought it was a marvellous idea! She paid for all your new clothes, you know. And your falsies are the best prosthetic breasts on the market. I thought it would be best to get you large ones, and they do really suit you! So work hard and be a good student." "And don't forget to keep your knees together," she added with a laugh. I spent the afternoon thinking about what Viviane had told me, as I prepared for college the next day. I realised I wasn't going to be playing football or anything like that! I wondered what my friends at home would think of my new appearance. I started thinking about some of my experiences in life up to now, and how it would have felt if I had been wearing a skirt and panties at the time... By bedtime I was really looking forward to the next day and soon found myself in front of the mirror in bra, panties, stockings and high heels, admiring the shape of my large breasts and stroking my throbbing dick until my panties were once again soaking in cum and I was licking my sticky fingers. I stepped out of my shoes and took off my panties, using them to mop up the last drops of cum that I milked out. I changed into my nightie and Pauline panties and was soon asleep. I went into college with Annabel. It wasn't far and the weather was good so we walked. It gave me a chance to get used to wearing a skirt and stockings before lectures started. The last few days had seen a huge change in my life and I was glad of the chance to settle myself before meeting all the other students. I still had to keep checking my appearance reflected in shop windows as we walked - just to reassure myself that my panties were not on display. My clothes still felt fantastic; stockings swishing as my thighs brushed with each stride, suspenders tugging at taut stocking-tops, the cheeks of my bottom (made more prominent by my high heels) wobbling in - and being caressed by - my silky panties, which also gently supported my hairless cock and balls, my heavy boobs being firmly supported by my bra with its straps around my chest and shoulders. Once lectures started I tried to concentrate on the subject and be a good student. Sometimes I was conscious of boys looking me over, but I tried to remain unconcerned. Annabel also seemed to ignore attention from the male students, so I was glad to be with her and to be able to follow her lead. During one lecture, a lady came in who was presumably one of the senior staff. Having said she was senior, she wasn't that much older than the students. She had a fantastic figure and was wearing a red velvet dress. I could tell that most of the male eyes were on her during the lecture. Afterwards, she came over to say hallo to Annabel, who introduced me as Pauline. "And you must be one of Viviane's girls," she giggled. (Later I was to hear this phrase more often, but at the time it didn't strike me as significant.) As she walked out of the hall I suppose she was aware that all the male eyes were watching her. I became aware that the tingling in the end of my cock was not caused by the sight of her bottom waggling the skirt of her dress. No - it was because I wanted to be wearing that dress myself. The rest of the day passed without much incident. Annabel seemed quite happy to stay close to me and not to mix with the other students, and of course I was grateful that she was looking after me. On the way home from college we stopped for a pizza and a bottle of wine and then walked home hand in hand. I invited her into my room and thanked her for looking after me. "You were wonderful," she said, "and you have such pretty legs. You like wearing girl's clothes, don't you?" I admitted that I loved them, especially the silky undies. "Why don't you slip out of your skirt and top, then?" she suggested. I did so and she joined me. Two girls in bras, silky slips and panties, stockings and high heels. I put my hands around her waist and fondled her bottom through the layers of satin nylon. As we kissed my cock became rock hard. Suddenly I became aware that Annabel had a cock too and our throbbing knob-ends rubbed against each other, separated only by several layers of silky underwear. As our tingling cocks rubbed each other, Annabel pushed her tongue into my mouth. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it too. A few moments later I was on my knees, her salty cock in my mouth. Once again I felt really girly and conscious of my bra, stockings and panties. I was sucking cock like a real girl. At the moment I swallowed the load she shot into my mouth I felt my own cock gushing into my panties. As her erection slowly subsided I cleaned her prick with my tongue. She tucked her cock into her panties and helped me to my feet. "I see you have creamed your undies quite comprehensively," she giggled. "Thank you for a lovely end to the evening. See you tomorrow!" After Annabel had gone I changed into my Pauline panties and nightie and was soon asleep. I remember dreaming of adventures where I was always dashing about to assist a handsome prince... In my dream my dress was low cut to display my cleavage and my large breasts bounced as I ran. My legs had a really sexy shape in dark stockings and high heels. My skirt was so short that I couldn't help displaying my panties and stocking-tops. The outline of my cock and balls would be clearly visible in my panties. I would often be in situations where unknown hands would fondle the cheeks of my bottom or stroke the inside of my thighs or fondle my breasts. When safely alone with my prince, he would fondle my hairless balls through my silky panties, or stroke my throbbing cock through layers of silky nylon as I lay back on the bed. And the next thing I remembered would be sucking his gorgeous cock and creaming my panties... Annabel and I held hands as we went to college next day. We were good students during the lectures, concentrating on what was being presented and making notes where necessary. I certainly got the impression that we were more attentive than some of the male students present. Once or twice I noticed that we seemed to get approving glances from some of the female members of staff. That evening over supper, Annabel explained that one of the (female) college professors had a theory that girls were better students than boys; they took their studies more seriously and on the whole got better grades. Some of the boys that flunked their first year were allowed to start their course again providing that they became 'girls' for the duration of their time at college. Somehow Viviane had become the "mother" of the boys who became known (to the staff, at least) as "Viviane's girls". I was the exception (being a first year student) only because Viviane already knew me and because my mother had made contact with her. Not long after I was again smooching with my lovely Annabel, both of us stripped down to our silky underwear, and soon I was sucking my prince's cock and creaming my own panties. On the Friday evening, while Viviane was renewing the adhesive holding my boobs in place, she mentioned that my mother was coming to see me on Saturday morning. "No need to worry about it," she said. "She already knows you'll be wearing girl's clothes because she has paid for them. I told her you looked really feminine and she's dying to see you. And Annabel tells me you've been doing well at college, too... You like Annabel, don't you?" I nodded, not wanting to say anything in case I let slip just how much I liked her. "Well," said Viviane as I re-fastened my bra, "you'd better make sure your room's tidy and there's no dirty undies lying about! As I tidied up my room and washed some cum-stained underwear, I wondered how the meeting with my mother would go. What would we say to each other? I had just finished hanging a few pairs of stockings and panties up to dry when Annabel paid a visit. "I've brought you a present," she said, handing me a parcel. I opened it and found a heart-shaped cushion covered in pink silk and embroidered with "Paul" in the centre and the words "Sissy Cushion" at the top. Annabel explained that she loved it when I sucked her cock, but didn't want me to get knobbly knees, so she had bought something for me to kneel on. I gave her a hug and a kiss, then told her my mother was coming to see me. "Well there's no need to worry about it. I bet she is longing to see how pretty you are. It's quite normal!" I must have looked a bit puzzled at the last remark, so she went on to explain. "We're all girly boys in this house except Karen - and Viviane, of course. All the Mums wanted to see their sissy sons at the first opportunity. I think my Mum wanted a daughter really, and she told me she wished she'd had a chance to dress me in pretty clothes herself." Although Annabel had already explained about "Viviane's girls", it hadn't dawned on me until that moment that I was living in a houseful of them. I asked about Karen. "Viviane needs her, "explained Annabel, "because she knows how to persuade boys to put on girly things. She has a technique of gazing at you and pleading you to join in, while at the same time letting you look up her skirt. Did she make you a little girl's pink gingham dress?" I nodded. "It's mainly an excuse to get all your measurements," explained Annabel, "but I bet you looked sweet in it. Would you put it on for me?" "It's very short now because it had shrunk when I washed it," I said. "Even better," giggled Annabel, "and can you put on your highest heels as well?" I reached the little frock out of the wardrobe and slipped out of my top and skirt. I realised I needed to take off my slip as well because it would be much longer than the gingham dress. Annabel helped fasten the back zip. I gasped at my reflection in the full-length wardrobe mirror - I hadn't seen myself in this frock since it had shrunk. The hem of my skirt was nearly up to my waist and my panties were more or less fully displayed, with the shape of my erection and balls clearly visible, and of course my creamy hairless thighs framed between dark stocking-tops and pink panties. The high heels made my bum stick out more than ever. There was a flash and I realised that Annabel had a camera. She explained that there was a special album with photos of all the girly boys in their first dresses. "I think you make the best sissy, though, with your tiny dress and pretty pink panties." She gave me a kiss and fondled my balls and I let her take some more pictures. When Annabel had gone, I took off my tiny dress and stepped out of my cum-soaked panties. I used my slip to wipe my dick and left my slip and panties ready to wash next day. My stockings also needed to be washed as my cum had leaked though my panties onto my knees. I put on my peach baby doll nightie and matching panties, enjoying as usual the sensation of the cool silky fabric on my skin. Becoming a girl student had been a wonderful experience. And not just having the tits and wearing panties and stockings, but what could be more girly than getting on your knees and sucking cock? Paradoxically, the thought of being so girly brought my cock to attention again and I ended up wanking myself to sleep... I had to get up early the next day to prepare for my mother's visit. I had a shower, then dressed in pink panties, slip and dark stockings. I washed my cum-soiled things and hung them up to dry. I made my bed and tidied up the flat. Then I blow dried my hair and put on a little make-up before putting on a white polo neck jumper and navy blue knee length pleated skirt. I put my sissy cushion on the bed, but with the embroidered side facing down. I had only just done this when I heard the doorbell and then Viviane's call, "Paul, your mother's here!" I felt rather nervous and my heart was thumping as I made my way downstairs. "Oh, Paul," said my mother, "you look lovely!" She gave me a big hug. Then I led her up to my room. "This is very nice," she said, "and you keep it very tidy." She gave me another hug. "You look so pretty and natural in a skirt." She went on. "Your father would have been so proud of you." I had been quite small when my father died and didn't remember him very well. But I must have looked puzzled at her last remark, because she went on to explain that after I had gone to bed he would often slip into feminine attire. "He was always a kind person," she said, "but somehow when he was wearing skirts and stockings he was so much more relaxed and was perfectly happy to do the ironing or even sewing repairs." "I often wondered what it would have been like to dress you as a girl when you were small," she continued, "but I didn't think it would have been fair on you to indulge myself in such a way. But then in your last year at school you got involved with a rather rowdy set of boys and I started to worry about what would happen to you at university. My neighbour suggested I talk to Viviane, and when she told me about the experiment here I hoped you would fall in with the plan." She asked me how my studies were going and I explained that things seemed to be going well. I realised that I was paying more attention in lectures and doing more work in my own time than I ever had at home when I was in my last year at school. She asked if I had friends and I explained that Annabel was living in the same house and on the same course as me. "And is she a girl girl or a boy girl?" I explained that she was a boy girl and that we were best friends. I didn't mention that I sucked her cock most nights. We went to the shopping mall arm in arm. Although I was now used to the sensations of wearing women's clothes, the fact that this was the first time I'd been out dressed with my mother - also her admission that she had wanted to dress me in girl's things - made me very aware of my feminine attire. The silky panties caressing my bottom and gently supporting my dick and balls. My suspenders pulling at my stocking-tops with every step. My stockings swishing together as I walked. The sensation of not knowing for sure whether my skirt was concealing my panties. My falsie breasts gently bouncing. My bra-straps gripping just enough to remind me I was wearing a bra... She took me to have my ears pierced. We shopped for panties together. I tried on a jersey dress which felt lovely but clung to my body and revealed my male bulge, even without a hard-on. She bought me a couple of other dresses, though. We stopped in a restaurant for a meal and a chat. She told me that she had finally managed to sell the house and we would be moving to a new area before the end of term. (This possible move had been on the cards for some considerable time and I had begun to think it would never happen.) "So you can move in as my daughter if you like," she said. "No- one will know any different." Finally we got back to the flat, loaded with the new purchases. Before leaving, my mother gave me another big hug and we were both quite tearful. When she had gone I felt exhausted. I realised just how much emotional energy had been required to get through the day. I would never have dreamed only a few weeks previously of stepping out to the shops with my mother while wearing a skirt and panties! So when Annabel called round to see how things had gone, I gratefully hugged her and gave her a long kiss. She unzipped my skirt and let it drop so that she could fondle my bottom through my silky undies, running her fingers across my panty line, then cupping my balls. As my tension drained away, my dick started to become aroused. Annabel led me to the bed and I lay down. She raised my slip and stroked my knob end though my panties with her long finger nail. "Special treat for you today," she said, releasing my dick from my panties and putting it in her mouth. I closed my eyes as her tongue explored my foreskin, and then her lips pushed my foreskin back and her mouth started working on my dick. Within a few minutes my cum was gushing into her mouth. When I had finished spurting, she raised her head and moved over to kiss my mouth. Her tongue touched my lips and I opened my mouth. I tasted my own cum as it trickled out of Annabel's mouth into my own. Annabel got up and tucked my dick into my panties. "Sleep well, darling," she said as she left.